The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills
Carcass Lyrics


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From the weeping womb to the tomb
Towering fuming smokestacks loomed
Aloft the emancipated industrial
mercantile maroon

Your heirs will be deprived this fate
A penitentiary as consumer villeins
Never to enter through
the grim rusting factory gates

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Torn apart in the soul destroying...

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

The granulating dark satanic mills...

Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones
Disassembly line of skin & bone
Collieries not beaches
lie beneath the paving stones

When chattel black turned to white
Rigid binding chains were hidden from sight
The unborn will quench
the thirstful smouldering kiln's fires

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Torn apart in the soul destroying...

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills

An existence, subservient, binded you'll see
"A working class hero is something to be"




An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seed
A working class hero is something to bleed

Overall Meaning

The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills by Carcass is a song that addresses the harsh realities of the industrial revolution and how it impacted the working class. The lyrics of the song portray the bleak and oppressive conditions that characterized the mills and factories where workers toiled day and night, to the detriment of their health and well-being.


The first line, "From the weeping womb to the tomb," reveals the unfortunate fate of those born into the working class. The smokestacks alluded to serve as a metaphor for the towering and fuming mills that loomed over the workers. The lyrics also describe the emancipated industrial and mercantile maroon, highlighting the fact that those who benefited the most from the industrial revolution were not the ones who worked in the factories but the wealthy industrialists who exploited them.


The song reflects on the inherent cruelty of a capitalist system that commoditized human life, thereby turning workers into consumer villeins. The "grim rusting factory gates" symbolize the oppressive nature of the system that enslaves the working class. The recurring chorus, "Six, zero, two, six, nine, six, one," highlights the endless cycle of misery and despair that characterized life in the mills.


Line by Line Meaning

From the weeping womb to the tomb
From birth to death


Towering fuming smokestacks loomed
Large industrial smokestacks emitting harmful fumes


Aloft the emancipated industrial mercantile maroon
The industrial revolution brought progress but also exploitation


Your heirs will be deprived this fate
Future generations will not have to suffer from the same conditions


A penitentiary as consumer villeins
People are trapped in a cycle of consumerism and debt


Never to enter through the grim rusting factory gates
No one wants to work in these terrible conditions


Six, zero, two, six
Numbers that serve as a countdown


Nine, six, one
The end of the countdown


Torn apart in the soul destroying...
The harsh reality of working in the factories destroys one's soul


The granulating dark satanic mills...
The factories are like hellish beasts consuming and grinding up human beings


Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones
Workers are trapped and treated like slaves


Disassembly line of skin & bone
Workers are stripped down to their most basic components


Collieries not beaches lie beneath the paving stones
The ground is not made of sand and sun, but of coal mines and industry


When chattel black turned to white
When slavery was abolished, exploitation of the working class began


Rigid binding chains were hidden from sight
Workers are still being treated like slaves, but it's harder to see


The unborn will quench the thirstful smouldering kiln's fires
Future generations will have to bear the burden of the environmental destruction caused by the factories


Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills
Workers toil and suffer without hope of improvement or escape


An existence, subservient, binded you'll see
Workers are trapped in a life of servitude


"A working class hero is something to be"
Workers should be valued and respected


An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seed
Children of workers are indoctrinated into a life of servitude


A working-class hero is something to bleed
Workers must fight and suffer to improve their conditions




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DANIEL WILDING, JEFF WALKER, WILLIAM GEOFFREY STEER

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Ryan Ohlson

This song is so good. Good balance of old school thrashing and killer harmonized riffs, and Walker still reigns as one of the greatest, most vicious and savage sounding vocalists in extreme music. Dude sounds like a rabid wolf ready to tear you limb from limb.

Swordy

perfect.

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Bathorynukka

Bill Steer, guitar god and still criminally underrated. Influenced so many, just like Carcass.

Kampf Kustomer

Almost bizarre to think of him in Napalm Death now

Philo Beddoe

Bill is one of my favorite guitarists in any genre. What ever he's doing, I'm buying.

sapper07

Is it just me or does it seem like youtube comments sound ai generated

Bathorynukka

@sapper07 it’s you

Ryan Reese

I'm really struggling to recall another instance where a band has reunited after such a lengthy hiatus with such amazing results. It sounds so fresh, and yet true to how Carcass has always sounded. I love that sort of consistency in a band.

Yami Bakura

at the gates with their 2014 album :D

Ryan Reese

+Alexander Barraza good one

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